Instead of being purely based on one entity,
this story takes background from Classic Donald Duck
cartoons, Ducktales, and Darkwing
Duck.

Written By

Stef With a F

Disclaimers:

Disney owns most of these
characters. Dumbella's past as Bella Widgeon is mine, as are the
characters of Melanie Widgeon, Cindy Ganderquack, Jeffery Ruddy,
Ronnie and Lisa Mallard, and whomever else I mention in the
future.

Author Note:

This story is sequel of sorts to
the story Back to the Nest. You should be able to
catch the bulk of the story without reading Back to the
Nest, but it would give you more background on Bella
Widgeon. Though, if you plan on reading Back to the Nest,
this story reveals a major spoiler or two. Besides, I would love
to know what you think. This story is rated PG-13 for adult
themes, but nothing really major. I'm just being on the safe
side. Most of these chapters will most likely be PG.

And oh!!! Something a
reviewer said made me think

When Morgana mentioned
their three children she was including Gosalyn.
Thought I would add this note just in case someone was not sure.

Chapter 5

A few minutes have passed, Gosalyn walked out
of the kitchen with a soda and Drake was in the front room pacing
back and forth.

He gave Gosalyn a grace period of about five
minutes. Heck, he gave himself five minutes to calm his nerves.

"Gosalyn," he called. "Come out
here. I need to talk to you."

Gosalyn put down her soda and walked into the
room, her arms crossed upon her chest.

"What do you have to say for yourself,
young lady?"

Gosalyn rolled her eyes.

"Dad!" Gosalyn shouted. "It's
not what you think."

Drake shook his head. He surely did hope it was
not what he thought. Gosalyn was his little girl, and as far as
he was concerned, she always would be.

"We will discuss this Gosalyn," he
informed her. "You go up to your room, and know you won't be
coming out of it for an awfully long time. And do not even think
you will be calling that boy either."

"Dad, I love him!" Gosalyn screamed.

Drake turned his back. Oh this kid was going to
die if he ever stepped in the house again. He took a deep breath.
This hooligan! He was once a teenaged boy himself and remembered
it all too well. Young men would say whatever it took to get a
woman into bed.

"Don't trust teenage boys! I was one; I
know what I am talking about. You might hate me now, but you will
thank me later." Drake shouted.

"I'm not a baby Dad!" Gosalyn
shouted.

"You are my baby!" Drake shouted
back.

Gosalyn closed her eyes and sighed.

"Goodnight Gosalyn," Drake said.

Gosalyn nodded her head and went slowly up the
stairs.

Drake lowered his head into his hands and
sighed. He thought Gosalyn, as a pre-teen was tough. Boy was he
wrong.

Huey was walking down the street. He had taken
a bus over to St. Canard since Dewey had the car for the night
rehearsing with his band. He would have left hours ago. He never
considered a few minutes of cuddling would turn into a two-hour
nap. It was only a nap.

He sighed. Mr. Mallard had a valid reason for
getting upset since it was nearly 1am. It was amazing that Mr.
and Mrs. Mallard had not come home sooner. They must have been
having a fun time at the fair. Huey admitted he found it strange
since they had two kids with them, but of course this fact was no
business of his.

By now, his parents, well, his aunt and uncle
anyway, who, as far as he was concerned were his parents, would
be concerned. His curfew was midnight, unless something came up.
Falling asleep on his girlfriend's couch without the courtesy of
a phone call was not an acceptable excuse.

He was too young at the time to remember his
father, and his mother just recently re-entered his life. Yet,
she has been trying, Huey would give her that.

"A ride home would be nice," Huey
mumbled to himself.

Huey made it to the bus stop at the end of the
block, and once again looked at his watch. The night bus usually
ran hourly until 3am. If the bus was on time, it should be here
at any moment.

Bella drove back into the restaurant parking
lot.

"See your car is this there," she
informed Launchpad with a laugh.

Launchpad shook his head.

"Bella, you sure like to tease."

Bella smiled, and then winked.

"Especially when it is with you."

"I had fun riding with you tonight,"
Launchpad said while stepping off the back of Bella's bike.

"Good to know that you were not
intimidated being the passenger position," Bella said in
teasing tone. "It is known to some as the bitch seat."

Launchpad placed his hand over his mouth,
pretending to be disgusted.

"Well that's not nice!" he said.

"Yes, exactly, not nice at all,"
Bella agreed with a nod.

Launchpad shook his head and smiled.

"You are such a crazy woman. But that's
what I love about you," Launchpad stated.

Bella pouted.

"I prefer wild woman," she stated
proudly.

Launchpad laughed.

Bella frowned then.

Launchpad suddenly stopped laughed and looked
at her with concern.

"I just hope my wild past doesnt
destroy my relationship with my children forever. Dewey and
Louie, well, I seem to get along with them well, but Huey and
I Well, let's say we still have some work to do."

Launchpad shrugged his shoulders.

"Only time will tell I guess," he
said. "I better get going, it's getting late."

"Yeah, I should get going to, I have shift
to cover tomorrow at the store," Bella added.

Launchpad placed his arms around Bella's hips,
and kissed her on lips.

"Goodnight Bella, take care."

Bella kissed Launchpad back and gave him a big
hug in return.

"Sweet Dreams," she returned.

Launchpad entered his car. He rolled down the
car window and waved to Bella.

Bella smiled.

She latched up her helmet, waved back, and then
drove out of the parking lot en route to home.